Blind items can be a fun little Hollywood guessing game. In the case of the following blind item, the situation is so outlandish and crazed that we just had to post it. True or not, just picture yourself stumbling upon this little scenario:
A mole was in a club in Tokyo recently and witnessed perhaps the most bizarre incident I have ever heard. It was a very exclusive invite-only club and our mole was with a friend when it looked like it was suddenly ‘snowing’ inside the club. It wasn’t snow at all, but was actually thousands of small white feathers gently fluttering to the ground. His friend went to investigate and came back ashen-faced saying: “Go round the corner and tell me that what I’ve just witnessed is not a dream….
Ladies in the house, let me hear you scream! OK, so here’s the thing. When it comes to sports, there are only a handful of them that I’m passionate about: Tennis, World Cup, anything medal-related, celebrity poker… it’s a short list. But here’s a list we can appreciate: The Top Ten Pretty Boys in Sports. Although putting Johnny Damon ahead of a conspicuously missing Derek “Man with the Face of a Baby” Jeter is like reversing the evolution of man in many ways.
It’s a fun list, but we like to choose our sports crushes with more brains than vagina, such as speedskater Joey Cheek (and let me tell you, you haven’t lived til you’ve scrawled “Mrs. Cheek” all over your Hello Kitty diary, people.) This here list reads more like the Wide World of Hunks! Am I right? Ladies? Hello? Fine, be like that.
Now listen, I’m not SAYING that the recent terror plot foiled by the British government was actually a really clever viral promotion by Oliver Stone and the World Trade Center people… I’m just saying it’s pretty convenient, that’s all. What?
It’s the final PSOAP weekend of our lifetime (that’s Pre-Snakes On A Plane, obviously) and there’s not a whole lot to get excited about. Besides WTC you have the direct-to-video by way of theaters Tim Allen film Zoom, Veronica Mars’ Pulse, and a movie about dancing starring people I never heard of (Step Up). So what are you going to check out this weekend? Vote now!
It’s Best Night Ever for Thursday, August 10th! Dan Hopper is here to walk you through the best of Thursday night tv, including the Making the Band finale, America’s Got Talent, and Wild ‘N Out!
Check out this clip from The Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency on Oxygen. First, you have the model they’re interviewing, who I’m convinced is actually one of the Pre-Cogs from Minority Report. Then, you have Janice doing her best impersonation of Alex P. Keaton in the opening of Family Ties, with the kinds of results that are always better appreciated in slow-motion.
(Link via Gawker)
Speaking of Pre-Cogs (and how often can you make that segue?), check out this list of Cinematical’s Seven Bald Chicks.
Wow. Just wow.
We’ve already gotten so many great entries for The Hoff’s Looking For Love Photoshop Contest that we have to share a few of our favorites with you. First up, Chris Falman’s Basselhoff (left), an entry that’s so wrong… yet so right.
Click here to learn more about the contest, and click below to see a few more of our current faves. Then email your submissions to firstname.lastname@example.org. Our favorite Hoff-hybrid gets a prize. Thanks, and good luck!
Esquire Magazine threw caution to the wind, and voted Britney Spears and K-Fed‘s spawn Sean Preston as America’s Worst Dressed Man. Preston, who is seen around town in decidedly unfashionable onesies, “Everyone know that flaps on the ass went out like 3 years ago,” said one fashion-forward source, who chose to remain nameless. “And have you seen his VDL (Visible Diaper Line)? Not sexy at all!” Of course, Sean Preston was quick to respond: “(Silence)… (Diaper rustling)… (Gurgling)… (Slow, wet farting)… (Giggle).” We appreciate him for his class.
All winky-winky aside, there are some days where we sit here, reading certain ridiculous news tid-bits… the anger, boiling up inside, finally shooting out of our eyesockets and igniting our college diplomas ablaze. We choose not to care, mainly because at this point we’ve completely forgotten how to feel. This is one of those items.